I bleed an ink, marking
a dot
On the blank page
An ocean remains, inside
the drudging thoughts
With misery unseen
I ask nothing of you
for a solace
But a distance for my keep
I know depth, unspoken
in words
As I bleed penning my curse
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An interesting thought- provoking poem.